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Orrick Johns: Little Things

Little Things

OrrickJohns

There's nothing very beautiful and nothing very gayAbout the rush of faces in the town by day,But a light tan cow in a pale green mead,That is very beautiful, beautiful indeed …And the soft March wind and the low March mistAre better than kisses in a dark street kissed …The fragrance of the forest when it wakes at dawn,The fragrance of a trim green village lawn,The hearing of the murmur of the rain at play —These things are beautiful, beautiful as day!And I shan't stand waiting for love or scornWhen the feast is laid for a day new-born …Oh, better let the little things I loved when littleReturn when the heart finds the great things brittle;And better is a temple made of bark and thongThan a tall stone temple that may stand too long.